life on tour

After our first show on warp tour. I heard the showers were finally open. Not showering for five days was killing frank. No. Frank showered two days ago. Not. Me. He hated how bad I smelled. So I made my way past the taking back Sunday bus and no one was there? Out of everyone there, there was no one but frank? He was under the only light in the area. Washing that perfect almost fit body. White soap bubbling on his amazing colorful tattoos. Makes me wanna help- GEE!

"hey gee!" He shouted "do you need the shower?"
"n-no i im good" i was tripping over my words has he moved down south with his washing.
"you okay?"
"peachy" i sighed
"here" he handed me the hose as he continued washing himself

i removed my cloths down into my boxers and he laughed at me.

Notes

Sorry I've been gone my other story has been taking my time and its summer... I'm starting one shots and I was wondering if u guys would want to read them?